2. Perfection's Child

It's been thirteen years since Harry and Maisey have welcomed their first daughter to the world: Hazel Lillianne Styles. Her life starts out rough when Maisey experiences complications in labor, but takes a turn for the best when a big-time modeling agent sees her photo on Twitter.
Suddenly, she becomes the "It-Girl" for the younger generation-- at only thirteen years old. Harry firmly pushes away the spotlight on her beautiful daughter, but Maisey encourages it. Will it cause tensions in their marriage?
Society is rocked by the sudden upbringing of this unique child and all they want is to see Hazel continue on to become something big (like her father). Can she handle the spotlight? Or will life become suddenly ordinary for this little girl and her family...? For Perfection's Child.
***Sequel to Close to Nothing***
(Ages 13+ recommended) [A One Direction Fanfiction]

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11. Jealousy

As much as I begged Mum to leave, she still made me stay to finish the shoot. As Ashton had said, we were together for the rest of it. 

"Great job, Hazel," one of the directors complimented me as I finished my last set. 

"Thanks," I smiled at him. I headed towards the makeup station, rubbing my temples. Suddenly, a hand planted on my waist.

"Hey, babe," a cool voice whispered.

"Don't call me that, Ashton," I growled. 

"Fine," he shrugged, catching up next to me. "You should stay in America, you know. Everyone is quite impressed."

"I don't care," I looked away. "Everyone here is perverted and crazy with their stupid smirking."

"What?" Ashton chuckled.

"Just like that!" I almost laughed when Ashton's face grew into a mocking smirk. "Stop it." I straightened my face.

"Anyways, princess," he mocked, forming a tiara with his hands atop his head. "I was just wondering if you'd be willing to take up my offer of going to get something to eat with me." My first instinct was to say no and rudely stalk off to the dressing room, but then I saw something that made me want to change my mind. Just over Ashton's shoulder, I could see a familiar body, clad in a navy t-shirt and jeans, hair styled the same way as always, his same raspy voice and laughter-- Tommy. 

Only, he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by girls, all American, of course. I normally wouldn't be so bothered by it, because it gave him something to do besides watch me kiss a random guy just for a photoshoot, but then I saw him pull out his phone and enter in a number that one of the girls was speaking. After she had finished saying it, he smiled-- the same way he'd normally smile at me. A ball of fire formed in my chest, pure hatred toward that girl building up. Then, he did the unthinkable-- he kissed her. On the cheek, though. It's normal to do that in England, but to an American girl!? What was he thinking. He then gave her a brief hug and walked in the opposite direction. 

"Er," I thought for a moment, bring my eyes back to Ashton. "Actually, I'd quite love to." 

Immediately, his face lit up. His smirk turned into a half-grin, perfect white teeth peeking from one corner of his mouth, "Really?" he flushed.

"Yes," I nodded. "What time?"

"Say, seven-ish?" he offered. "Brooks Cafe just a few blocks from here."

"Seven-ish," I confirmed as I smiled and walked away.

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At the hotel room, I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a knit crop-top, along with some black leather sandals. I told Mum I was meeting Ashton, and didn't bother to tell Tommy about it. After putting my hair into a messy top-knot, I grabbed my phone and set out for Brooks'. 

I sighed when I came out of the hotel lobby, immediately three girls approaching me.

"You're Hazel Styles!" they gushed, tears brimming their eyes.

"Yes," I managed a smile.

"Could we have your dad's number?" they begged, taking out their phones.

"Sorry, but no," I frowned. "But I'll tell him you said hi." I hurriedly walked away, only to be called back by the girls.

"Hazel, wait!" one squealed, running after me. When she grabbed my arm, I whirled around-- maybe a little too harshly.

"I'm not giving you my dad's number!" I said angrily, pulling out of her grip.

"Well someone's a little bit of a brat," the tallest of the three folded her arms. "You don't even deserve Tommy."

"He's not my boyfriend," I muttered, hoping they wouldn't respond.

"Ha, don't act like we don't know," another snapped. "It's been all over Twitter."

"Leave me alone," I mumbled, walking away, just to be grabbed again.

"Maybe we should teach her a lesson?" one of the girls laughed a horrible laugh, twisting a strand of my hair on her finger. "It's a shame that someone like you is the daughter of Harry Styles... Someone who doesn't even appreciate what they're practically spoon-fed."

"Stop it!" I yelled, squirming away as best I could.

"Hey!" a voice from behind said. "What're you girls doing?"

They all turned, including me, just to see Tommy coming out of the lobby, as well.

"We just asked for an autograph," one shrugged, shoving me away. "Then she attacked us."

"You little..." I grumbled, trying to keep my cool.

"Hazel?" Tommy raised an eyebrow. 

"Tommy, I swear to God they are lying,"

"I know," he chuckled. "I was watching through the window. You three better get out of here before I call the cops." The three girls turned on heel, sprinting away.

"Thanks," I blushed, brushing myself off.

"Where you headed?" Tommy asked.

"To meet someone," I admitted.

"Who?"

"No one," I scowled.

"Obviously it's someone," he pressed, grinning.

"Thanks for helping me," I sighed. "But I really have to--"

"It's Ashton, isn't it," his face grew grim.

"Tommy--"

"He's no good," he didn't even look at me when he spoke. "Only going to take advantage of me."

"How so?" I furrowed my brow. "You don't even know hi--"

"You'll find out sooner or later," with that, he turned and left me. Guess he doesn't care.

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Ashton sat cross-legged in the cluttered cafe, leaning back into his chair. Two mugs sat on the table, steam rising from them. I approached him shyly, eyeing his studded high-tops and leather jacket. He looked different from the Ashton at the photoshoot, but when I saw his stupid smirk-- oh, that stupid smirk-- I was sure it was him.

"Hey, babe," he said cooly, eyeing me up and down.

"Don't call me that," I glared at him.

"Oh, right," he snorted, nodding toward a vacant chair across from him. "Hungry?"

"A bit," I admitted, picking a menu up from the table. "Have you ordered?"

"Oh, I wasn't talking about that," he replied sinisterly. I slowly looked up from the menu, my eyes barely meeting his.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Kidding," he surrendered. I appreciated his enthusiasm, but he really wasn't that funny. He was totally believable if he were to say that and mean it. "How's loverboy?"

"Who?" 

"Tommy," he confirmed, making eyes. "Is he jealous?"

"Of what?" I rolled my eyes.

"That you're hanging out with me,"

"He doesn't care," I shrugged. "He said I'd 'figure it out sooner or later'."

"Ooh," Ashton wavered his fingers in front of him. "Scary."

"Shut up," 

"You're really pleasant to be around," he straightened in his chair. I could practically taste the sarcasm he spoke with, making me want to punch him. Why did I even come here?

"Whatever," I turned to give the waitress my order. "Then why would you want me to meet you here?"

"'Cause I think you're not actually like this," he replied almost instantly. "There's a different Hazel inside you, but you're just acting like this because you're... jealous."

"Of who!?"

"Tommy, of course," he snorted, sipping from his mug. "It's obvious."

"So what?" I looked away from him. "I'm just being me."

"I want to see the other Hazel," he whispered, almost seductively. "The one that's the beautifully shy model that I first met. I think you have a different... you."

"What makes you think that you're going to see her?" I retorted.

"I have my ways," he smirked. That smirk. Ugh. "Come to my apartment with me. I want to show you something."

"I don't trust you," I folded my arms.

"You don't have to," he stood, placing a small sliver of paper with an address scrawled on it in front of me on the table. I wanted to say something smart back, but he was gone before I could. I watched him attentively through the window as he walked with a swagger about him, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He stopped at the street corner, looked around him for a moment, relaxed as ever, and disappeared down an alley.

I turned my attention back towards the address, taking it between my index and middle finger. I didn't even read it, just felt the paper between the pads of my fingers. I pulled out my phone, texting Mum.

To: Mum

I'm gonna go shopping for a little while. Be back around 11.

I didn't even check for her reply. Instead, I stood slowly, my curiosity stronger than my wit. Stupid. I told myself as I followed where Ashton had walked, typing the address into my phone. I didn't know what I was doing.

Or why.

 

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